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  3. God, I was once stranded at an airport, all alone, and eight years old. My mom sent me to Tennessee for a month to live with my uncle because she was having troubles with my step dad at the time. Anyway, I had a blast in Tennessee with my aunt, uncle and my cousin, on my way back home, my aunt makes sure I get on the right plane and all's right with the world and I was set to transfer to another plane in Nebraska and then Mom was suppose to meet me at the airport in Minnesota. I land in Nebraska and the person at the gate was suppose to bring me to the next gate to the plane going back to Minnesota. I get off the plane with my little red backpack on my back and I smile up at the lady and I introduce myself and she is a nice lady, she's the lady that was suppose to bring me to the next gate. But she gets a call and she needs to leave work so she dumps me on her very rude co worker. I'm waiting at the same gate I got off at as this co-worker lady is doing other things I really can't remember what. I tell her many times that I need to get to my plane and get home. I remember her snapping at me to get me to shut up. The lady gets up and leaves, by now my plane has taken off. I sit there for hours, I'm tired and I'm hungry. I have no way to contact my Mom or my Uncle as I'm eight years old. I start bawling, I'm sitting alone at an empty gate bawling. A young couple sees me and talks to me and I tell them my eight-year old version of the story and they are royally pissed. They take me to the nearest help desk and are so out raged. They tell the story to the best of their knowledge and have long past missed their own plane. Eventually I'm explaining my story to a man in an office who is searching for my information in his computer, he finds it and calls my mother. My Mother is panicking, she. is. flipping. out. As I had been missing for about seven or eight hours. And… well… after many more hours on the phone and computer, we figure out there are NO planes booked to go back to minnesota OR tennessee for eight days, there are planes coming from but not going to. A social worker is called and I'm brought to an orphanage; okay, it was called a children's home but they're the same thing. I'm mortified, I'm thinking I'm never going to see my mother again and I'm going to stay there forever, my mother couldn't drive to get me nor my uncle for reasons I've forgotten but they could NOT get me and bring me home. So I stayed at the children's home for EIGHT days. I talked to my Mother on the phone every day for many hours at a time but I was still mortified that I was never going to see her again. All I even had with me was three sets of clothes and my stuffed dog, as the rest of my things had been mailed to and from Tennessee. So finally I leave the children's home and at the airport three employees meet me there along with the social worker that brought me from the airport, and I see the lady that made me miss my plane. I tugged on the social workers jacket and tell him, he tells one of the employees, which I recognize as the one the young couple yelled at the desk when they first found me. She walks toward the lady and frankly that's all I know about what happened with her. The social worker actually gets on the plane with me and rides with me all the way back to minnesota. When I get to Minnesota, my mom is waiting outside the gate for me and it was a very dramatic reunion between us, we held each other and bawled for at least an hour and a half. All in all, we got a settlement claim of $30,000 that went into my college fund and a lifetime guarantee that if I ever wanted to, me and four others could ride where ever we wanted in the world as long as their airline was able to go there. Not that I'll ever fly again after that, but I often sell tickets to friends and family for dirt cheap and the money goes into the bank.

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  16. Yes, literally, it was. To be pathetic is to evoke pathos (i.e. pity) from another by exposing vulnerability or sorrow. Yes, it was pathetic and he got a free train ticket. That wasn't the point of the story, though, was it?

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